Well, I’ve got a new realization — that I don’t really like the idea of beaches. Somehow, it seems that every communication material — pictures, songs, literary passages — all of it associate beaches to this sort of place culled for lovers where they can have sex and all of it will be romantic. I find it too mawkish, sensationalized, dependent, conditional and weak. Not to mention too crowded and noisy and everybody seems to delight in this visualization of naked people.
On my end, I think I prefer the notion of seascapes. I associate it to solitude and finding of the self — a place where the wrecks of the world can be convened, at will, inside one’s mind. A force. An inner goodness. Genuine debauchery. Something like that.